I like this…look at her. She prepossessed me before we even met with her natural charm. This must be what it feels like to be bewitched.

Brad looked at the young woman lying on the pillow with her red hair fanned out around her. It wasn't the first time that he had done this. The first morning after they had shared her bed, he had risen with feelings that he couldn't exactly place. He was used to moving on after all parties involved had done their thing, but he hadn't moved from Quinn's side. He had watched her sleep and found that he felt something light flittering inside him. He hadn't felt it since he had been very young…and he couldn't but a name to it just yet.

What are you dreaming about that would cause that smile on those lovely lips? Maybe you're dreaming about these last few nights and days that we have shared. They have been incredible. You've been incredible.

He reached to touch the curve of her shoulder, but pulled back so that he would not wake her.

Rebound… shit, not these thoughts again. Its classic though and it would never have bothered you before…but that was before Quinn.

He gazed upon her with a sigh of resignation. This time with her, however brief, had been nothing short of wonderful for Brad. Every day he would wake to watch her as she slept, before ordering up a light breakfast, usually a fruit cup that they had with coffee. The day would progress with various things that kept them in each other's proximity. He had reluctantly offered to give her space, but she had declined and he always left it up to her as to whether or not he would spend the night. She would effectively answer that before him with a call out to him to make sure that he had locked up before coming to bed.

The first night had been rather expected since it had been in the wee hours of the morning when they had managed to make it out of the private car and up to her place. They had gotten out of the car after straightening themselves out as best as possible, but even covered up in her fur, Quinn couldn't hide the fact that her companion had sparked a passion within her. It was evident in them both as they made the short distance to the elevator. Once the doors had closed, they had resumed their seemingly unquenchable kisses. Brad had tried to hold off with just kissing until they got into the apartment, but he found that doing that was about the same as trying to mop up Niagara Falls with a tissue square. Quinn had managed to wrap them both up in the fur while kissing him. The feel of her soft, willing body molding to the contours of his solid muscular one and the very real image of that tiny dress that had once been so strategically placed all swirled together deliciously making him feel more heady than the first time he had tried marijuana. Both had been spurred on in the confines of the elevator by the intoxicating smell of their fast building sexual play; he had took what she had so readily offered and had given as good as he had gotten until they both realized that the doors had opened. With shaky laughs and still high on each other, they had gotten into the apartment. The plan had been to eat some of the stuff that they had brought home or some of the food that he had ordered earlier… of course, that had been before he had tossed his jacket off and she'd seen his shirt still open and unbuttoned with his hair tousled. He had seen her looking at him with her mouth slightly open and all it had taken was the flick of her tongue across her delectable lips for him to forget about the food. She had let that coat fall to the floor and motioned for him to come to her; he had done so while holding her gaze. She had let his shirt slide off and to the floor while allowing her hands and eyes to go over each muscle and explore the width of his chest. She had found the faint scar just above his right rib to be of particular interest. Brad was normally careful about showing such imperfections to the ladies, since it was a turn off, but the evening had taken him by surprise and he didn't have his usual plans and tactics in place.

Quinn had felt him tense slightly when she had bent to take a closer look. She didn't understand why, it was tiny and only served to make him more attractive. She kissed it realizing that it must have caused him pain at one time. She had run her fingertips over it again lightly, causing him to seize her wrist. She stopped to look at him and proceeded to kiss the scar again. She watched as he closed his eyes tightly and then there seemed to be a feeling of relief to wash over him. She then rose up to kiss him on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go to bed," she had whispered and had taken his hand to lead him to her room. They had both slept in the next day.

The following few days would seem to flee from them, leaving both of them to feel freer than they had ever felt. Spending the days together, talking about life and everything that they could think of made them feel as if the world was tailor made for them. Everything seemed brighter and somehow more attainable. The nights were filled with ardor that seemed to grow. One thing was certain, neither was ready for it to end.

The Phone Call…

"Brad get your ass back to Lawndale. You have to meet with The Spiral and make sure that they finish this much delayed tour." Brett's voice barked out over the phone piercing Brad's sleepy brain.

Brad sat up straighter from where he had been lounging with Quinn lying next to him on the couch. They had been discussing the possibility of going out for lunch the next day and cuddling, another first for him, when the phone rang. Brad had answered it at Quinn's insistence.

"Okay, okay."

"I mean it. What the hell man? What's with the MIA? Let me guess, you met up with a couple of new, hot-"

"Brett, come on."

"Oh, let me guess- she or they are right there. Don't worry, just finish up and get back to work. Play time is over man."

Brad looked down at Quinn's averted face knowing that she had heard everything.

Thanks a lot Brett!